| In these times dawg of hate and pain
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| I sit up in my office and snort that Caine
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| Gun dealer coming over I’ma make that purchase
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| Then take the weapons back to the H gang fortress
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| So know this
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| You can’t get like me
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| I’m immortal with the flow it’s ah bust or reload
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| The party’s over as we enter the building
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| Ese Gatos in the booth and Venom just chilling
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| I’m the purist from my dope that money can buy
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| Rap sheet resumé
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| I’m high in the sky
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| You can find me on the ab with the tiny midgets
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| Homie two young bitches trying to shoot me the digits
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| Sound like ah set up
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| It could be my last
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| If the instrumental sick I’ll mop the floor with your
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| ass
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| This is lyrical crack so just grab them Tec’s
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| It’s like como dice it’s the Wild Wild West
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| But C Rock got ah plan don’t you know
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| In my do or die city you can lose your soul
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| The same place where everyone on parole
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| Survival is ah must we doing damage control
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| We the meanest and yeah I mean this
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| I rose from the ash like ah fucking phoenix
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| I smashed on you’re hood figures with triggers
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| Homie led fucking bullets with the stainless delivers
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| I’m ah giver of poetry close your eyes smoke ah blunt
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| That’s the master key
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| The P. D's gave the third degree
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| To warn all my boys out in Tennessee
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| They got nothing
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| I was back on the road
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| I still keep in touch with secret codes
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| The Gat I reload is about to explode
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| On any barricade in the way of my low
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| That’s real and no ones to blame
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| Cause the music never had an effect on my brain
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| I learn shit of the shit I saw
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| That mix with the streets C.O.N so raw
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| That’s my Aztec blood
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| Give me the thirst for blood
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| There’s many ways to get it one of them is the flood
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| I keep it bloody
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| Angel of Death cold blooded
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| But muthufuckers know that’s the way I run
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| I’m 100 proof I’ma raise the roof
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| Then get away cleana operate so smooth
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| You want the truth then here it is
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| I’m ah Warlock Wizard and I Conjure shit
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| Behind the seas is ah must
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| From the day that I left I had to readjust
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| Had to bust and toke angel dust
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| Think about jail and the knifes I’ll thrust |